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All I can say about this piece [What's
So New About Obama?] is that Martin Luther
King, Jr. and Malcolm X were probably the last
leaders to whom large numbers of black Americans
were willing to accord genuine respect. Neither was
a politician. Now we have politicians who seem to
believe class is far more important than race. Their
minds are visually and visionally challenged. Obama
and other figures mentioned in Zafran's article
belong to a new breed of elected officials who may
indeed lead white Americans and their black friends into
or out of hell. Insofar as most
black Americans exist willingly or unwillingly
within the American body politic, they will be in
various coaches on the train.
I judge these people [ so-called black leaders] to
be persons with slight historical consciousness whom
I have not elected or selected to lead me anywhere.
They are interested in power (a vague concept),
money, and idealistic hot air. Each of us must make
an individual decision about who will indeed lead us
daily. Those who lead me are all dead ---my known
ancestors, David Walker, Frederick Douglass, W. E.
B. Du Bois, Ida B. Wells, Margaret Walker, and
Richard Wright; they lead me to use my talents for
the benefit of my people, people who try desperately
to be good citizens of the world. Zafran's article
is laughable because it is naive.
Jerry Ward
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[Tom] Dent did not aim his parting shots at the philosophical
traditions which defined the role of his alma mater in
the history of African American culture. His target was the kind
of pedagogy which served to miseducate and underprepare Negro
students. Having been trained to think critically at Morehouse
by the brilliant political scientist Robert Brisbane, Dent could
discriminate nicely between the value of honoring tradition and
the negation that resulted from blind “worship” of
traditions. The work Dent would produce during the next four
decades is marked by his penchant for reason, for surgical
analysis of affairs, for being informed about the cutting edge
of history’s progress.
The Art of Tom Dent
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Institutional racism is the very backbone of
the industry that champions and valorizes thug culture. That
some presumably intelligent African Americans should be gears in
the machinery of institutional racism is not astonishing. They
have embraced the current version of the American Dream. After
all, they have no obligations under the laws of brute economy to
be more noble than Africans who sold other Africans to
Europeans.
If Reginald Hudlin and Tracey Edmonds and the
non-black black-oriented BET celebrate Kimberly Jones (aka Lil’
Kim) for her crimes, they are acting in ways that historical
narratives allow us to predict. Although King did not include
either thug culture or racial treason or sinister
commodification in his dream-script, these things are undeniable
components of our post-1968 America.
Ms. Tucker’s juxtaposing the memory of
King’s death with the success of trafficking in lawlessness is
sobering. It is regrettable that, on the other hand, she failed
to place the abuse of King’s sacrifice in the context of the
pervasive lawlessness that is honored at the highest level of
American government and business.
Messages on MLK
Day
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Yesterday, I regretted discarding
five boxes of LPs. These were choice albums I spent more
than forty years collecting. With dry eyes and a wet
heart, I consign my music to the curbside. My music is
trash. LPs, cassettes, and many CDs have become trash.
Emptiness pains like a fishbone caught in the throat.
You can have more CDs, but you are not fond of CDs.
Aretha Franklin does not sound right on a CD. She sounds
corrected. So too do Stevie Wonder, Duke Ellington,
Louis Armstrong, and Stevie Ray Vaughn. "Cold Shot."
Perhaps classical music sounds very good on a CD.
Classical music is, after all, hypercorrect.
But Clifford Brown, Buddy Guy, Esther
Phillips, Lynn Gold, Cassandra Wilson, Jerry Butler, the
soundtracks of The Color Purple and For
Colored Girls . . . and Shaft, and Tommy
James and the Shantells are not hypercorrect. They, the
recorded traces of their creation, are human in the
grooves. When you want to hear Roland Kirk's Oleo,
you must hear the grooves and scratches. It took you
twenty years to begin to understand the musical
structures of Oleo, and you do not want to have
that pain and pleasure cheapened by a CD.
Making Peace
with the Loss of Things
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posted 4 April 2006
/ updated 9 April 2008 |